You Belong To Me

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• Ripper •

Sweat poured down my face as I pounded the punching bag in front of me. My knuckles started to hurt but the pain was worth it. It was worth bruising my knuckles to let out all this pent up anger I had inside of me.

I begged Annabella to give me another chance at the party last night and she didn't even give it a second thought. I went to a high school party for her. Who does she think she is saying no to me? I fucking want her and I should have her. But instead she's out partying with her stupid little friends, dancing with anyone that gives her a second glance.

I hope she didn't like that guy from the party because she definitely won't be seeing him again. I know his name and I know where he goes to school and the next time I see him, he's dead.

"Bro, are you done down here? We've got shit to do." Rio came in and interrupted me even though I told the guys not to come down here.

"I'll be back later. Go on without me, you know what to do." I carried on assaulting the punching bag, hoping he would take that as his cue to leave.

"Oh come on boss, you've been awol for weeks now, come along for old times sake."

Was it that hard to get men who listened to what you said?

"I've got shit to deal with." I grabbed my towel from off the floor, heading for the door.

"And by shit you mean Annabella? I'm saying this to you as your friend Ripper, let that girl go is she even worth it? She hasn't even let you hit it man, if you ask me she's a prude and a-

He didn't get to finish his sentence before I grabbed him by the collar. "You better fucking watch what you say, unless you wanna end up like Sketch, you don't want that do you?"

He quickly shook his head so I let him go.

"I'll meet you and the guys at the warehouse."

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I've been sat inside my car for almost 4 fucking hours now and Annabella still wasn't home. I parked down the street so none of her neighbours would freak out if they saw me. Her house was in complete darkness, not a soul in sight.

Where the fuck was she? I could call her but I didn't want her to think I was smothering her. I know she said she doesn't want anything to do with me but I don't believe that. I won't believe it. I came here today to tell her she's mine whether she likes it or not, and she's not even here to hear it.

Just as I was about to call her a car pulled up outside her house. She jumped out of the car waving off her ride. She looked beautiful as usual. But something wasn't right. She was wearing a guys t-shirt. And it wasn't fucking mine.

Who the fuck was she with?

Surely she didn't go home with anyone after the party. She couldn't be stupid enough to ever let another guy put his hands on her.

Red clouded my vision as my brain filled with all the possible reasons she would've had a guys shirt on. Finally my brain kicked in and I started to follow the car that dropped her off down the road.

Soon enough the car pulled into a store parking lot, I slowed down to see who exactly this guy with a death wish was.

That fucking pervert bastard.

Right in front of my eyes Annabella's English teacher swanned out of his car and into the store.

He dropped her off today.

She's wearing his shirt.

He must have picked her up from the party. She stayed in his fucking house. She looked so happy when she left his car.